With the aid of their mystical transportation stone, Slyce and the others had materialized at the exact spot little sprouts claimed the Canar tribes lurked—in the heart of the forbidden forest.
They had come here with the expectation of seeing Eryx, and to assist in helping Valda, but regardless of what they had envisaged, the sight of Eryx standing tall and dominant made their jaws drop. However, they knew better than to utter a word.
Staying silently perched on a tree branch, they blended seamlessly with the night, hence, identifying them turned out to be a challenge. Uniformly clad in sleek, black assassin attires, complete with masks concealing their faces, their features were nearly indistinguishable. Yet, even without seeing their faces, the Canar tribes could discern their pact based on their attire.